When I say football, I mean soccer ball for my fellow American's

I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. That belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, other wise there would be a lot more serious moment's of epic proportion.

"Angleterre what are you doing?" France called out happily as he entered England's house. "Angleterre?" France took a quick look around the house trying to locate the British man. France had bought a new football and was dying to challenge England before they both had to go to the World meeting, but first he would have to fetch the bushy browed man.

France kicked the ball around as he was searching for Arthur. "I saw your car out front, I know you are here!" Francis called out as he gave an especially hard kick to the ball, sending it flying and knocking down a lamp. France nervously grabbed the lap and looked for a good place to hide the accident; he looked to his left and his right before he saw the door to the kitchen, ran in there and threw it in the oven.

Picking up the ball again and cradling it cautiously under one arm, France continued his search. After a few minutes, he started to hear eerie chanting coming from the basement of Arthur's house. Rolling his eyes, France made his way down the old stairs to the basement. France opened the door to a candle lit room with Arthur in the center chanting spells.

"What are you doing in my house!" Arthur yelled out when he realized who had entered. "How did you even get in here?"

"Come on let's go play football. And I made a copy of your key, now let's go! I want to see you cry in defeat!" France laughed as he grabbed Arthur's arm and tried to drag him out.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" England yelled as he yanked his arm back. "You can't just come in here and expect me to go out to play football with you!"

France pouted. "Come on! Don't you want a chance to defeat me?"

"I can do that anytime I want. Now leave." Arthur shouted before he returned to reading his spell books and aimlessly wave his wand around. Francis's lips turned into a frown as he watched the wand swish back and forth; practically taunting him.

"Give me that!" France reached out to grab the wand but Arthur had a firm grip on it and continue to hold on.

"Oh sod off frog! And let go!" England pulled on the wand.

"You let go!"

"Come on France! Let go!"

"Let go!"

Snap!

Arthur let out a distraught cry as he heard his wand snap in half. From the center of the wand, wind and light started pouring out over the basement, illuminating the room and causing the nation's hair to go wild in the gusts. What looked like glitter and different colored lights made a vortex enveloping the whole basement in an indoor tornado of magic.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID FROG!" Arthur yelled out over the wind.

"WHAT I DID? YOU BROKE IT!"

Arthur grabbed Francis's collar in anger and Francis grabbed Arthur's. They were about to start a fight before the magic exploded around the room, sending each nation flying to opposite ends of the basement. And just like that, the room was silent and the dust settled in.

Arthur coughed and removed the books that fell on his head when he collided with the book case. He struggled to get to his feet and cracked his back once he reached his full height. He looked around the room to survey the damage, sighing when he saw books flown everywhere, papers and jars of herbs and potion ingredients scattered on the floor and Francis lay on the other side of the room under a pile of papers. Arthur rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the other. The gentlemanly thing to do was to check if he was okay. Of course they were nations, and therefore couldn't die, but pain was pain, and wounds were wounds. Arthur bent down and started to remove the papers off of France before he heard the Frenchman groan in pain. That's funny…he sounds different. Arthur removed the last paper that covered France's face only to be met with his own face.

Arthur froze for a second as he gazed down at his own face. France opened his eyes to be met with his own face staring in shock down at him. And as they both realized what had happened, both faces switched to horror.

"!"

France sprung to his feet. "WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!"

"WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME?" Arthur tore his gaze away from France's and ran up his stair case and to the main part of his house. He located the nearest bath room and ran up to the mirror. He looked at his reflection and started hyperventilating, he touched his hair that was now shoulder length and glossy, he ran a hand across his chin which was now coarse with a stubble, and he gingerly ran a shaky hand over his now ocean blue eyes. The sound of footsteps came from behind Arthur and he was pushed out of the way of the mirror as "France" looked at his reflection.

France ran a hand through his short straw like hair, he ran his fingerers along his colossal eyebrows, and he peered back at the reflection of emerald green eyes. Francis turned to Arthur before he broke out into a fit of tears. He sobbed like a teenage girl who had just broke up with her boyfriend, dramatically clutching his shirt and letting out unnecessary immature whines. "My eyebrows are huuuugge!" He managed to choke out through his sobbing. "Give me back my gorgeous body!" He clung onto "England's" jacket and practically clawed at him before Arthur slapped the back side of his head.

"Cut it out you fool! You're in my body so keep a stiff upper lip!"

"Switch us back!" France pleaded as he continued to desperately cling onto Arthur's shirt.

"Believe me frog I would LOVE nothing more in the world than to switch us back, but if you haven't noticed; YOU BROKE MY BLOODY WAND!"

"Well can't you just get another one?"

"What do you think this is? Harry Potter? I can't just go down to the store and buy one!" Arthur said annoyed as he pried Francis off his shirt.

"T-then how? Where did you get the other wand?"

"It was a gift from the fairies. I had that wand since I was a little boy!"

"Well can't you get another one?"

"Of course I will ask them to make me another one. I am not staying in this sick perverted frog body."

Francis glared at Arthur for a second before he sighed out of exhaustion. "How long will it take?"

"I honestly have no idea." Arthur ran a hand through his hair wearily, though he drew it back when he touched long silky locks instead of his normal soft tuffs of hair. "My friends usually come by at around six, so I'll ask them when they arrive."

"But the world meeting is in an hour!" Arthur's face fell; he had forgotten about that. "Should we just not go?" Francis suggested.

"No!" Arthur immediately answered. "I have been early and present to every single world meeting for as long as I can remember so you better get my sorry ass over there!"

"But Arthur! Don't you think they will notice my French accent? Sure I sound like you, but I don't talk like you!"

"Oh bullocks! That's right. Not to mention I don't sound like you." Arthur thought for a second…they could pull this off. "Come, let me hear you talk like me."

France frowned but gave it some thought and cleared his throat. " 'ello, Govna! Ghastly weatha we be 'aven today!" France finished and looked quite proud of himself…Arthur however looked unimpressed.

"I don't sound like that!" Arthur growled through gritted teeth.

"What? I thought that it was pretty good!" Francis retorted.

"You make me sound like a bloody wanker!"

"You try me then! See if you can do any better!"

Arthur pouted before going into deep thought. He coughed before announcing, "Bonjour! Ze weather eez beautiful no? Tonight eez a good night to get an STD."

Francis gave Arthur a death glare. "I do not sound like that. And just so you know, I am STD free."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "That's less believable than Alfred eating healthy today."

"Then why don't you check? Your in my body!"

Arthur's face changed to disgust as he started to swat at his body. "Ew! Ew! Ew!"

"Cut it out! I'm STD free! I don't even think that nation's CAN get STDs." Arthur's calmed down and sneered at Francis. Francis felt odd having his own body look so angrily at him. It was like looking into a mirror, but the reflection wasn't following your actions. Francis sighed, "If you want to be early to the meeting, we better leave now. You are lucky it's being held in London this time."

"Yeah whatever. Just don't pull anything funny while your in my body. I have a reputation to keep up you know." The two nations made their way outside and hopped in the car with Arthur driving, and drove off. The car was awkwardly silent as Arthur hunched over the steering wheel with a scowl on his face.

"Stop looking so angry!" France yelled. "Your making my face look so horrid. And you might cause wrinkles." Arthur took his eyes off the road quickly to glare at Francis before returning to the road.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not exactly cheery today, Frog!" After that outburst, the car went back to being awkwardly silent. Arthur tried to relax and keep his focus on the road and Francis kept to his thoughts and looked out the window.

"…so do I now represent the United Kingdom?" Francis asked. The question caught Arthur off guard, and frankly he didn't have the answer for that.

"You know…I have no idea." Arthur gave a dry chuckle. "I'm not exactly sure how to tell."

"Well you know that small tug that pulls your heart to your homeland when you are away?" France asked and when he received a nod from the other, he continued, "Well…I don't feel the tug right now. My heart feels settled, as if I'm home."

Arthur sighed, "Well then I guess I'll admit that the small tugging has started on me."

"So you are France!" Francis shouted. "And I'm England?" Arthur winced at the realization but agreed. "e'trange" Francis whispered.

"No! Stop speaking French." Arthur scolded. "I will not have anyone finding out about this!"

"Why not?"

"That will only cause chaos. Francis is now the personification of the United Kingdom and I am now the personification of France! It'll confuse the citizens, our bosses and the rest of the world." Arthur pulled into the parking lot of the meeting building and unbuckled his seatbelt. "I think I have known you long enough to know how to act like you, but that doesn't mean to make a scene. Don't talk unless you have to." Francis nodded his head and unbuckled his seatbelt and headed to the building with Arthur.

The corridors of the building were quiet and empty. Arthur was usually the first to arrive and therefore was used to it, the only sound to be heard was their footsteps echoing along the hall. The two men found their way to the meeting room and Arthur handed his briefcase to Francis.

"What's this?" Francis asked as he took the briefcase.

"You have to make my announcement. Relax, it's nothing too complicated, it's just about my taxes. All the records and papers should be inside this briefcase."

"Taxes." Francis repeated.

"Don't mess it up." Arthur warned in a deep voice. He tuned on his heel and made his way to his seat and plopped down. Francis walked over and tapped on Arthur's shoulder. "What? Go sit down." Arthur replied a little annoyed.

"I would…but you are in my seat: England's seat."

"Oh." Arthur suddenly remembered. He glanced at the chair he was in and saw a sticker of the Union Jack on the back of the chair. "My mistake." He quickly got up and sat in the chair to the left, the one with France's flag on it. Francis took his seat and crossed his legs before resting his head on the palm of his hand while his elbow rested on the table. Arthur fumed when he saw this. "Sit up!" He whispered harshly. "A gentleman does not sit like that!" Francis rolled his eyes before he straitened in his chair and tried to look dignified. A little too dignified. "Why the bloody hell are you sticking your nose in the air?" Arthur continued to whisper harshly. "Just sit properly!" Francis huffed and tried to sit how England always sits; shoulders back, stomach in, head up, eyes forward and mind focused. Arthur rolled his eyes. "You look like your in the bloody military." He muttered under his breath.

A few minutes passed before other nations started to pop into the meeting room. Spain made his way over to Arthur and patted him on the back, causing him to jump. "Hola! You're here a little early today France!" Arthur nervously cleared his throat.

"Oui." He muttered quietly.

"Hey what's up with you?" Spain asked genuinely concerned. Arthur panicked a bit when he realized he was acting too proper and uptight. "You look-"

"He looks like he has a pole up his ass!" Prussia yelled as he hooked an arm around Arthur's neck. "But knowing France, he might actually have one." Prussia yelled obnoxiously into his ear.

"Release me this instant you bloody git!" Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert froze and stared at "France."

Francis gasped and locked eyes with Arthur, and both Prussia and Spain gasped as well. Arthur sat frozen as confused stares were focused on him. Arthur laughed nervously, before thinking of switching to a more French one. "Ahonhon. Do you like ze impression of Angleterre?" He tried. And thankfully, Spain burst into laughter.

"That was perfect France! Ahahaha!" Spain slapped Arthur hard on the back as Prussia joined in the laughter.

"You really had me going there!" Prussia laughed. Arthur let out a sigh of relief. He could do this. He just has to loosen up and tolerate the idiots as well as act like one. "So are you ready for tonight?"

Arthur froze again. "T-t-tonight?"

"Umm yeah. Tonight." Prussia tried to remind Arthur. "We all agreed to go out drinking…well that and probably try to get laid. Hahaha." Arthur's eye twitched.

"W-w-well I'm afraid I can't go." Arthur said remembering his French accent at the last minute.

"Por que?" Spain asked incredibly disappointed.

"Something suddenly came up."

"What's more important than the awesome me, alcohol, and possible sex?"

"As pleasing as that sounds, I have to do something later today and I cant miss it." Arthur tried to reason but by the look on Gilbert's face, he wasn't buying it.

"You have to do something…or do someone?"

"Something!"

"Woah geez stop getting so defensive!" Prussia yelled as he brought his hands up to mock defend himself. "I just wanted to know what you were doing that's blowing us off!"

"He's going to be at my house." Francis made his way over to a panicking Arthur.

"Ohhhhhhh~" Prussia laughed. "I get it." He winked at Arthur. "That's why you didn't want to tell me. It's freaking Eyebrows that you're doing! Ha!"

"We will not be having sex!" Arthur yelled. "We have important matters to discuss about our countries, you wouldn't understand since you are not even one."

Prussia looked taken aback by "France's" comment. "WOAH! Where did that come from? Hitting below the belt now? Well fuck you!" Prussia yelled as he straitened up and grabbed Spain's arm. "Come on, let's go Spain." Prussia stormed off while dragging Spain along who was looking back with an apologetic look.

"Adios!"

Arthur and Francis were quiet for a while. "Well I think I just ruined your friendships."

Francis rolled his eyes, "Ah they will be fine. We made it through wars and we still end up hanging out together." Francis chuckled before he left Arthur and took his seat again. Once settling in, Francis looked around the room before he spotted America entering the room. America had a hamburger in his mouth, papers tucked under his left arm with a shake in his left hand. In his right hand was the rest of the Mc Donald's bag and a briefcase tucked under his right arm. Once he spotted "England" he rushed over to him.

"Mm~glmmnd!" America tried to get England's attention as he called from across the meeting room; hamburger still stuffed in his mouth. Alfred ran towards Francis at a blinding speed, unfortunately stumbling a bit over his own feet and causing him to drop the milkshake all over Francis.

"Oh dude! I'm so sorry!"

Francis looked down at his milkshake covered clothes and sighed angrily. At least they aren't my clothes.

"Here let me help!" America said as he put the remainder of items down on the table and went to work getting some napkins and wiping Francis's jacket. Unfortunately he quickly ran out of napkins and frowned in thought as he tried to figure out what to do with the rest of the milkshake. He snapped his fingers as he came up with an idea. "Dude give me your jacket." Alfred started to remove Francis's jacket before he could even protest. Once it was successfully off, Alfred started to lick the milkshake off.

"Ugh! C'est degoutant!"

Alfred stopped licking. "Wha?"

Catching his French, Francis quickly corrected himself. "That's disgusting." He tried his best British accent.

"Well it doesn't matter now because I'm done!" Alfred threw the jacket back to Francis. He smiled triumphantly before spotting more milkshake around Francis's crotch area. "Umm…Arthur I'm not going to lick there. But if you want it clean, I'm sure France would be kind enough to-"

"-Enough Alfred." Francis interrupted. "I'll clean it myself in the bath room. Now what did you want to say earlier?"

"Huh?" America asked with his face gone completely blank.

"The reason you were rushing toward me!"

Alfred thought a bit before his face brightened as he remembered. "Oh yeah! Hi!"

"Hi?" Francis growled.

"Yeah!" America gave Francis a lop-sided smile.

"Vous etes un idiot!"

"Woah! I have no idea what that means, but I'm guessing it means good afternoon or something." Francis growled under his breath before he caught a pair of ocean blue eyes glaring at him; his own pair of eyes. Francis looked behind Alfred to see Arthur staring daggers at him. He also saw Arthur mouth the words. Stop speaking French! Francis winced before looking back to Alfred.

"Well if that's all you have to say, then I must excuse myself to the bathroom to clean the remains of this filth off my clothes." Francis got up from his seat and pushed past Alfred to leave the conference room. Francis shot a glare at Arthur when he saw him snickering as he passed by. "Whatever it's YOUR body." Francis whispered spitefully as he passed by Arthur making the man growl in anger.

By the time Francis returned, the meeting had already started and America was addressing the countries about making a Mc Donald's on the moon…or something like that. Francis took his seat and glanced at Arthur who was dusting the dust off his clothes and asking the nearest attendant for tea. When the attendant passed by Francis, he kindly asked for some wine. If Arthur still got to drink tea, then I get to have wine.

Arthur watched as Germany escorted a reluctant America back to his seat before returning to the front of the room to make his announcements. Arthur sighed out of boredom. He really hated these meetings. They were such a bad idea, all it would cause were arguments and more hatred and most of all BOREDOM. Of course he could never show how bored he was; he was a gentleman. It was courteous to pay the fullest attention to whoever was talking and to offer feedback and opinions to whomever it may be. Arthur smirked when he suddenly realized his situation. He didn't have to be the bloody gentleman of the world!

Arthur pushed his chair further away from the table so he could slump back into his chair and rest his feet upon the table. He sighed with a satisfied smirk as he received his tea from the passing attendant and took a long sip from it. From a few feet away, Francis glared at Arthur. That's no fair; he gets to relax while I still have to pretend to be an uptight prick. Francis released his glare on Arthur when he noticed the attendant handing him his wine.

"Thank you." Francis winked at the attendant expecting the normal blush he normally received, however he was a bit shocked when all the attendant did was give him a look that read What the hell? Remembering who he looked like, Francis pouted and took a big gulp of wine, emptying his glass before refilling it with the bottle that the attendant left. He truly did love wine. If vodka was Russia's fuel, then wine was his air. That's funny…after finishing at least three glasses of wine Francis started to see the room tilt. He felt his mind go fuzzy and his hearing was becoming distant and muffled. He looked around the room to see Arthur looking at him expectantly. Haha Arthur…he looks just like me. Francis thought as he let a drunken smile cross his features. He could tell that Arthur was trying to tell him something because he kept repeating it over and over.

"Angleterre! It's your turn! Go up and make your presentation!" Arthur kept repeating. God what the bloody hell is wrong with him?

"Huh?" Francis got up from his seat and walked to Arthur. "Did you shay shomthing, person who looksh just like… *hiccup* me?"

"Oh God you're drunk!" Arthur whispered once he smelled the wine on his breath.

"Yeah…I dunno how that even happened." Francis slurred. "Normally I can drink the whole, *hiccup* bottle without it effecting me at all." Francis let out a stupid drunken giggle. "But if ya need me to do the presentation…I understand." Francis grabbed the briefcase that Arthur had given him earlier and made his way the front of the room.

"BONJOUR Mesdames et Messieurs!" Francis started off rather loudly before continuing the rest of his speech in French to much of Arthur's horror.

What the bloody hell is he DOING!

"Woah woah dude! Arthur stop! I cant understand a word you are saying." Alfred called out.

Thinking quick, Arthur tried to cover this up, "Are you trying to mock me or zomething?" Arthur called out in his fake accent.

Francis turned to Arthur's direction with the stupid drunken smile still plastered on his face and stuck his tongue out.

"What is this nonsense England!" Germany called out.

"England what are you doing?" Canada whispered.

That was it. Arthur took off from his seat and ran to the front of the room to grab Francis.

"Oh hey, what are you doing Art-MMMH" Arthur clasped a hand over Francis's mouth before he could say another word.

"Eh…Zorry about zat. Angleterre isn't feeling all zat well today." Arthur lied and dragged Francis back to his seat. He gave Francis a stern look, "Sit down and stay there." He whispered harshly. Arthur tried to turn his attention back to the meeting before he heard sniffling. He turned back to Francis to see him crying.

"You took away Mathieu!" He whispered in tears.

"What?" Arthur whispered back in annoyed disbelief.

"Mon Mathieu! How could you Angleterre?" France's tears ran down his face.

By now the other nation's started to take note of the scene that was going on between France and England.

"And-and Jeanne! My sweet Jeanne!"

"Francis calm down!" Arthur harshly whispered.

"And-" Francis stopped talking and Arthur saw his face start paling before it took a greenish color. Arthur barely had enough time to move out of the way before Francis vomited all over the floor. Arthur grabbed Francis by the collar and turned to the rest of the meeting members. "Sorry about zat. He isn't feeling well today…I guess I'll just take him home zen. Please excuse us." Arthur made his way toward the door before he felt somebody pulling Francis out of his grip.

"Hey. What makes you think that you have the right to take him home? You are probably just going to take advantage of him while he is sick!" America yelled out as he grabbed "England's" body.

"America give him back. I won't!" Arthur tried to reason.

"Nu uh! I don't believe you!"

"Look I live closer to him so I'm just dropping him off before I go home."

"Nice try. But your lies cant deceive a hero." As touched as Arthur was that Alfred was trying to defend his body, this was getting annoying.

"I promise I wont do anything!"

"Promise?"

"Yes! I just said so! I promise!"

Alfred shrugged his shoulders. "Alright that's good enough for me." He shoved "England" back into "France's" arms before running off to his seat. Arthur rolled his eyes before dragging a now passed out Francis back to the car. This was going to be a hassle.

Yay! For all of you who read my other fic and expected the other story, I'm still debating whether to do it or not…I just need to develop the plot more. But then this idea popped up in my head and I just had to write it. So idk.

Hope you all liked it!

Thanks for reading.

Ps. The whole stomach in, shoulder's back, head up…etc was just what they told us to do in marching band lol. XD